"Not this time. I'm going to stay and face it." He spoke with agony in his voice. "I have been living in self-imposed exile. I cut myself off from all...my friends and most of my family after I left you. I wanted to come back; I wanted to beg you to forgive me. Then Marck told me that I had shattered you. He threatened to kill me if I came near you again. I didn't care. I couldn't find you. He wouldn't tell me where to find you. I called your parents and they refused to tell me anything. They. "Did I give a shit when I enslaved a teacher? A freaking teacher! I didn't keep her just so she wouldn't feel so fucking bad about it. I let her go! I didn't give a flying fuck what she felt, so why would I now?!"Richie did not bother mentioning he had used a spell from the Book to make her forget her slavish devotion, and he had to hope the Darkness had not learned of it by other means. The gambit was smashed anyway with Sandra's next statement, delivered with the same maddening calm induced. Only now the two weretalking a lot more. It's not like they didn't talk before but now it hastaken on a different flavor. It is more superior to subordinate ratherthan conversations between equals.That night Jack had done a particularly good job of satisfying his wife. With Jack kneeling between her legs, a contented Rose stared down at herkneeling husband, held her hand out to help him up and praised him with,"All right dear you can get up now, that was wonderful."Rose patted the bed next to. Anyway, whilst having a piss, I started to think about coming onto her. She wasn't a total stunner; slim, petite, shortish red hair, and dressed relatively conservatively, but something about that smile was convincing me she was pretty fucking dirty.I found her at the bar and I sidled up behind her and squeezed myself in as if to order. She turned and we clocked each other. I knew I was in. To cut it short I ended up telling her I loved to smoke weed and I wanted to get high and eat her.